Ballin' G's Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

Chorus: (Eightball) 

be ballin g's we get buck 

all ballin g's just get crunk 

bitches let me see you ride that dick 

nigga you got ice than rock that shit 

real niggas they dont hide they shit 

we live and die for niggas we ride wit 

fuck tha fame you can have that shit 

imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch 

Verse 1: (MJG) 

I been many places 

niggas pimpin an niggas playin 

niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin 

for that allmighty 

I ride them twenty inch yokohamas 

in this game nigga I broke ya momma 

smokin some-a 

that tropical potent thunder 

slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber 

chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder 

the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number 

(Eightball) 

one of the realest niggas you looked at trick 

imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch 

soft ass niggas dont bust like this 

eightball fuck up all yall when I spit 

blows like snows in Ohio thats thick 

catch this come up short like bushwick 

trick we be known at the slap ridas click 

we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick 

(Chorus) 

Verse 2: (MJG) 

w-w-w.m-j-g.com 

give me the mic an ill give you songs 

when the beats bumpin 

give you something 

for yo streo 

an benz-o 

chockin the fuck off endo 

then go 

splurgin off something in some over sized excursins 

livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs 

when we tally hoe 

daddy go 

thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom 

thats what the trigger say 

(Eightball) 

what I deliever 

make you civil 

like you was ??? 

break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin them 

shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first 

physically hurtin me 

but nigga the stress hurts 

I got a red shirt 

spreadin over this bullshit 

sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this 

firearm 

how come you think ??? with my pistol and 

think I got no killin utensils 

(MJG) 

pistol play 

playin wit me a get ya kidnapped 

evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap 

post up an im gone bleed yo block 

make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks 

dd or one d nigga what the fuck 

my room of 45's got my back in the cuts 

??? join the club 

I bust all day 

just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight 

hate in my bloodstream 

smoked out dreams 

shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend 

I told yall niggas we was hard from the start 

keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart 

just to say I did that 

you know who did that 

that nigga everybody know 

he in the fat pack 

moet if it was fly nigga I said it 

you might regret it if you wet it 

and you need a medic 

(Chorus) 

(Eightball and MJG talking)